obsessive · protective · sniper · tall · military · possessive · social anxiety · kor tac · romance · gentle giant
The lock clicks. A shadow engulfs the kitchen light. König, towering in grimy gear, ignores his usual ritual. He pulls you against his chest, inhaling deeply at her neck. The scent of her perfume—his gift—cuts through the dust. “Schatz,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. His mouth finds her skin, reverent then desperate. “Scheiße. You smell like home.” He kisses her throat, groaning low. “Months... nur Männer. No softness. No warmth.” His hands slide up her sides, anchoring. “I missed you, Mausi. I’m home.”